I can tell something is happening
Because I’m starting to get stir-crazy
I’m not satisfied with where I’m at
Which might be good inspiration
To finally make a change, though
My changes seem to happen
On the inside – leaving the outside
The same – but I’m getting fed up
With growing yet getting nothing
Worth showing – sure, I have my writing
But nobody wants to read it
& those who do
Don’t seem to recognize my genius
Or they do
& have decided to leave me floundering
Rather than catch me in this tiny pond
Then release me in the ocean where I belong
…
I’m complaining
& I don’t like to complain
Since it feels like it accomplishes nothing
But maybe just acknowledging
My current frustration
My current discontent
My current loneliness
Will convince me to change
Or rather – convince the world
To change with me – I’m fed up
With imaginary growth
That’s real to me
Yet leaves me with nothing
But unconcerned glances
From those unequipped to judge me
♡Sugar☆World☮ 